[ Vanguard Campaign ] GA Dominion of Bpfassh & Death By Teacup!

[Isha]

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BPFASSH
Galactic Alliance

From within her starfighter, Isha would quietly focus upon the mottled tunnel of hyperspace. They were to exit into real space within five minutes. This was the first wave of scouting ships from the Galactic Alliance tasked to scout the Bpfasshi System.

In the wake of the Vanguard uprising on Omwat, the New Jedi Order along with the Galactic Alliance has a new mission. The threat of the Dark Jedi Cult known as "The Vanguard" must be addressed. With the cult spread across the local systems in the wake of the dismantling of the Final Order, preliminary investigative missions have dispatched New Order Jedi and Alliance operatives to search for clues.

The first came from the planet of Bpfassh. As it is, history details that this planet had prior Dark Jedi roots. All personnel are to carefully scout and if meeting local dignitaries, to follow protocol at diplomatic negotiations.

There is intel that an ancient Jedi Praxeum may still be viable as a New Jedi Order training site. Scouting, survey, and a detailed account of the site has been requested by Grand Marshal Omai Rhen.

1. The star-fighter scouting of the planet. (exploration and defense crafting)

2. This is a diplomatic mission which would require talking to the Bpfassshi leaders and convince them to join the GA. Note, it will be difficult because "The Bpfasshi don't like Jedi. They had some trouble with Dark Jedi during the Clone Wars, and chased them as far as Dagobah." Despite this earlier hostility, the Bpfasshi joined the New Republic -- so they can be convinced!

3. The discovery of the former Jedi Praxeum ( Exploration and artifact hunting for the NJO archives)

4. Investigation Objective PVE long term campaign "The Vanguard" - After the events of Omwat, the task has been set to investigate just where this new Vanguard group may be setting up a new headquarters. There are leads to Bpfasshi with a small Dark Jedi Cult that may have more information on the leader of the Vanguard, the Dark Jedi Master known as Qorbin Fal. Discover their secret base and bring back information that could lead to the next location to discover more clues on this organization.

5. Bring your own objective.

 

[Loske Treicolt]

OBJECTIVE: 1
ALLIES: #SQUADGOALS | [member="Isha"]

First lieutenant!

Loske had been awarded the title once she’d checked in, with the navigational pointers from [member="Sarge Potteiger"] at the Sullust base. The title was so new, she sometimes feared she’d squeak if turned around too quickly.

So, she sat quite contentedly in her cozy X-Wing, radar indicating they were still about a five minute out to arrival. Around her, a tunnel of rapid light zoomed and zipped like streaks of excited lines. Hyperspace. This was always so beautiful to her, so much so that while others napped, Loske sat wide-eyed and dreamy.

That was until her nausea picked up. Right now, her stomach was giving her anxious knocks that made her toes cold. She groaned in protest, antagonizing within herself that this was absolutely ridiculous. Anytime atmospheres got too beyond any sort of simulation training she’d experienced, her body had a tendency to revolt. And she was very near to revolting all over her dashboard.

Oh no oh no oh no oh no ohnohohnonononononono!

Anxiously, the little pilot pat around for her emergency bag in storage, ready to bring it to her lap in a second. Heavy breathing replaced the silence she’d been in, and she searched for the nearest distraction.

Not part of her squadron, but part of the first wave, Loske noticed an open channel. Anxious for some sort of distracting reprieve, the blonde gagged slightly and opened communication to the unidentified starfighter that belonged to the unknown [member="Isha"].

“Hey,” she chimed with false cheer, though that was undetectable through the static. “Into the unknown in five! You got a callsign?”

 

[Isha]

OBJECTIVE: 1
ALLIES: #SQUADGOALS | [member="Loske Matson"]
2/20

From under the piloting helm, Isha's ears would give a slight twitch. Her large lavender eyes would peer beyond the orange tinted visor. This starfighter had been adapted for smaller pilots such as she.

A forefinger would flip the mic for the open comm on.

[ This one Teemo - Three. Prepare for real space, one must.] Isha's voice would crackle in the distinct cadence of one such as she.

The time would continue to tick.

[ Three. Two. One. ]

Just like that a singular point of light would flash the first wave of the scouts into real space. There before them sat the quiet orb of Bpfasshi. So far far nothing too crazy. They were to map the entire sector and scan for any potential risks.

[ Welcome to Bpfasshi. ]

 

[Joy]

Objective 3: Finding the Praxeum
Allies: [member="Ipsy"]

The shuttle drifted to the planet's surface, repulsers kicking up a spray of dust from the arid terrain before the landing struts finally touched down. The ramp lowered with a hiss and a young man with a brown cloak and tousled hair meandered down.

Abel glanced down at the parched soil and noted the little shrubs and stubby trees dotting the landscape. Weren't no Tatooine, that's for sure. There was moisture here. And life. Just wouldn't do for growing a bunch of crops. The early peoples of this planet had probably been mostly nomadic, leading a hunting and gathering lifestyle. Maybe keeping herds of hardy banthas and migrating with the seasons.

Probably got pretty cold here too.

His eyes rose from the dirt, slowly traveling to the object of their search. An immense mesa rose from the landscape, a giant half-circle jutted from its side, an arching entrance cut into three parts by three pillars, which resembled claws reaching from the ground to grip the arch.

Abel took in a breath and looked to his companions, one of whom was an Amarran. All these buttes and wastes probably didn't seem so very strange to her. They'd met on the flight over, apparently she had grown up on a world like this one before joining the Jedi Order.

"I suppose we should go and investigate, Ipsy. Don't look like there's nothing there but some dirt n' sand. Scanners didn't pick anything up either. Locales won't go near it. Not very fond of Jedi, I guess."

 

[Ipsy]

Objective 3: Finding the Praxeum
Allies: [member="Abel"]

Frissons of excitement flowed through the Amaran's tiny form. It had been too long since Ipsy had journeyed to a world with so many similarities to her own--it felt like home. Her small nose twitched to hold back a sneeze, and she shifted slightly, stepping farther onto the fiery sand. A sigh escaped her as the warm particles hugged her paws. She'd missed this feeling.

Comforted by the shifting layers of gold and caramel, she let her mind drift back, lazily, to her years as a pup. A memory floated to the surface of her mind--she was running, romping, through the desert dunes, her litter mate Kelban chasing behind her. They'd grown up like that--she adventurous and foolhardy, he an ever present shadow, a voice of reason amid her wanderings. He'd grounded her. He still did, actually, but he had chosen to remain behind on this mission--something about letting her learn to miss him, or something like that. He had always been a bit philosophical.

The thought made her sigh again, its form casting a slight damper on her enjoyment. Her ears twitched as Abel spoke, and she turned to address her newest companion.

"I agree," she said, her voice a husky trill. "It'll be exciting to see what secrets are stored within the dunes' scorched depths. Let's go. The sooner we cross to the structure, the sooner we can explore."

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

Objective Four
Phase 1: following leads
OOC: feel free to join Jacen for the interrogation or follow your own leads!

Jacen's features were set in grim determination as he stepped down from the shuttle. He walked at a brisk pace across the open courtyard towards the entrance of the prison. Great high walls topped with shimmering fields reached up above him. Four armed men stood at the gatehouse.

Qorbin Fal had eluded their grasp recently. When the Alliance had taken the fight to his forces in the early days he had managed to slip through their fingers, only to reform his Vanguard with the aid of the First Order. It could not be permitted to happen again. This was a good lead. Rumours had reached the New Jedi Order that Fal himself had been an apprentice to this isolated cult of dark Jedi before creating his own order of acolytes. If true, it could afford them an insight into his way of thinking that would be vital in stopping him for good.

 

[Joy]

Objective 3: Exploring the Praxeum
Allies: [member="Ipsy"]

Abel smiled at his vulpine friend. She seemed pretty content in the dry air, scampering about with a gleam in her eye. Hard not to think of her as just a bit mischievous, with that nose and those ears. A little squib-like. And squibs were always tryin' to steal his stuff, or barter for 'em. Not that he had much stuff in the first place. Gave it all away when he joined the Order. Strangely, it made him feel more free, without all that baggage around. He wondered why that was.

Pondering the peculiarities of materialism, Abel started walking toward the front entrance. Certainly an imposing feature on the landscape, but it was pretty far out of the way from most of the bigger cities. A few settlements nearby, but they didn't really like visiting on account of bad history and all. Abel thought that was sad.

As they drew closer, Abel steered his way clear of some of the wild vegetation. The vast majority of which had pointy spikes.

"Lots o' cactuses... Cacti?" He glanced at Ipsy and then shrugged.

The shadow of the structure fell upon them and soon the bright light of day was lost completely inside the praxeum. At least it was cooler inside. The only sounds were their loud footsteps. Well, mostly Abel's footsteps. Ipsy's bare, padded feet made hardly any noise.

"Hmm," Abel muttered, drawing into a large atrium. "Doesn't look like anybody is home. Well, what should we check first? Probably the archives and library. See what we can find. Keep your ears open though. Might have missed something on the scanners."

 

[Loske Treicolt]

OBJECTIVE: 1
ALLIES: #SQUADGOALS | [member="Isha"]
2/20

Loske’s stomach continued to flip flop, especially during the transition from hyperspace to real space. When Loske had first started piloting, she’d always broken from it so violently. It was a wrinkled channel of travel, bending the distance between points into a flurry of time that she always miscalculated.

She was far better now.

“Copy that, Teemo. Welcome to the first wave!”

Thin fingers skittered about the dashboard, timing her descent to belch with the rest of the pilots fanned out in the first spread. The light dropped and starkly changed to darkness; the view of the planet below like welcoming arms. Teemo’s voice cued through the channel, welcoming them to the new planet The Alliance was pulling beneath their umbrella. Perhaps. If this first wave of exploration went smoothly.

Loske didn’t have time to think about it too much though. She adjusted her systems for auto pilot, locking distances with the rest of the team, and pulled the mouth of her baggy around her face. Her stomach clenched, a tightness racing from bowels to bosom.

She was gratified with only a burp.

“Whew.” She whispered, hand dropping - though her head still pounded slightly.

A silent whisper danced on her tongue, happily looking forward now despite the incurred headache. “Into the fray once more."

 

[Sieb Tevv]

Raph sat in the cafeteria of the Vanguard's base on Bpfassh. He stared at his plate, with its repulsive concoction of plebeian food. Eyes the pallor of cut jade looked askance at the pile of yellow mush the cook had sworn was 'macaroni'. He stirred the pile with a fork. Entirely doubtful. Eating the same slop as the enlisted vexed the young Tritum to no end.

His father might have been a nagging bastard, pressuring him to win this duel or act in this manner, but at least he had been able to eat food that befit a nobleman. Not this inedible after-heavings of some wild dog. Raph sighed and pushed the plate away. His gaze wandered across the mostly empty mess hall. Most of the other officers were playing a game of cards, or out pretending to be too busy to speak with him. Honestly, he'd heard so much about military camaraderie he'd expected to at least see some shred of it. But no, they regarded him with ill-disguised contempt.

Greenhorn was the most recent term he'd heard used, although princeling had become quite common too. Tritum cupped his cheek in one hand and gave another long-suffering sigh before at last standing up and dumping his plate off at the proper station. He wandered toward the hangar. Maybe he could find something to do there that didn't involve menial chores and hard labor.

 

[Lief]

Objective V: Spreading His Disease ​

Post One​

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It was with laboured breath that he limped through the deadlands, sandy wind scratching at the open sores and rotting calluses on his gaunt face. The ends of his thick robe trailed behind, laying waste to the impressions of his bare feet in the ground, hood casting a impenetrable shadow across his features. Only the tips of his fingers, thin skin stretched over the almost skeletal digits, were truly visible, twitching at his side. A foul stench lingered about him, death incarnate, which brought with it a small flurry of flies which buzzed around his hood and settled upon the backs of his bloody hands.

Lazareth coughed.

A gut-wrenching sound, akin to the shaking of an empty ribcage, accompanied the rasp. For a moment the man, already hunched as though shouldering some great burden, keeled over, clutching at his stomach and feeling an ache spread through his chest. It was a wonder he hadn't hacked up a lung for all the wheezing he did. Somehow he managed to find his feet, a disgruntled scowl wrought upon his blackened expression.

In the distance a town appeared, a blimp on the horizon that might have been mistaken for a mirage had he been of unsound mind. But he was certain of where his quarry lay, body may have been bent but mind was unbowed. Overhead the cry of a carrion could be heard, the disgusting entity circling him as though he were ripe for the taking. For a moment the stooped figure lifted his gaze skyward, warranting a glint of repulsive flesh that marked his nose.

You shall know a feast this day, my Friend...

Onward he wandered, toward oblivion, toward the sleeping lambs who knew not the fate they had been resigned to. For the winds of change had turned, and with it came the Plague Bearer.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

Objective Four
Phase 1: following leads

"And how did he end up here?" Jacen asked. Sunken eyes, tinged with amber, looked to the floor listlessly. The Jedi Marshal watched the fees carefully and saw almost no movement from the Dark Jedi.

"We were following up on a murder case and raided his house. Thing is he has nothing to do with the murder it seems, but he killed four officers trying to escape. Very nearly did so," the detective replied.

"Have you got any words out of him?" Jacen asked. Even from here he could sense the taint in the Force. An innocent man who'd slaughtered the police to escape. He'd already inspected the lightsaber he'd used. It was a crude thing, exposed wires and an unstable blade.

"Oh he's had a few choice words for us, but nothing helpful," came the tart reply.

 

[Lief]

Objective V: Spreading His Disease ​

Post Two​

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Low sunk buildings shadowed his approach, a far cry from the cities of the Galaxy; they hearkened to a simpler time, when all he knew was the pure white-and-green settlement of Levia which had been practically embedded in the landscape. The White Lady had brought them there as children, but even she could not predict what would come to pass in the years prior to her disappearance.

He forced such thoughts from his mind.

These were not the innocents that Aurum had once known; this was a world built upon broken backs and unruly bloodshed. He could feel the whispers of torment caress his mind, and the thing within him stirred.

Shuddering in what might have been mistaken for bliss, he rolled his shoulders and creaked his neck; an exhale escaped him, through his nose, as he staved off the base desires which had been awoken. Around a sudden corner he turned, where a light in the distance drew his attention. Voices, raised in celebration, tantalized his hearing.

He might have grinned.

But he didn't.

Instead he hobbled toward the source, crooked back stooped over. Only the ragged breath he forced through his lungs marked his approach, as like light to the flies he was brought into their fold.

 

[Ayme Katash]

Objective 4 - Bpfassh Prison
[member="Jacen Voidstalker"]


Ayme wrapped her fingers around her lightsaber as she nodded to the guard at the entrance to the records room. She didn't sense any danger it was just a feeling of lingering anger and frustration which seemed to saturate the walls of the prison. Ayme had spent the majority of her life in a gang so she was no stranger to incarceration, although her transgressions were never quite serious enough for her to end up in a place like the one she had currently found herself in.

The guard glared at her from his assigned position at the door then turned to his companion and muttered a few words. She knew that the Jedi were not trusted on Bpfassh and for good reason from what she'd been told. Ayme would find it hard to trust if she had lived through their track record with Dark Jedi too.

The file she needed was covered in dust but it was still intact from the looks of it. With a satisfied smirk Ayme closed the case and carried her prize to the door. "Okay boys, I have what I need. Now I guess you get to escort me to Voidstalker, since I'm not allowed to be on my own."

"It's about time." The guard glanced down at the container then narrowed his eyes at Ayme. "Follow us Jedi."

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

[member="Ayme Katash"]
Objective Four
Phase 1: following leads

Ayme would be led to the corridor outside the maximum security wing. Here several drones armed with stun blasters hovered in the air. Just weeks ago they had been manned, but their new prisoner had turned them against each other. Now the whole wing had been cleared save for one cell. A cell Jacen was heading towards.

"Ayme," he called with a nod. The guards with her glanced around furtively. "Relax," he told them. "I won't let him harm any of you."

They chuckled as if they found the reassurance amusing, but he sensed their nerves settle. "Find anything interesting?" he asked. "You can come with me to talk to our troublesome friend if you wish."

 

[Ayme Katash]

Objective Four - Le Prison
[member="Jacen Voidstalker"]

Ayme rolled her eyes as Jacen assured the guards that no harm would come to them. For all their bravado they were far too paranoid just under the surface. They had good reason given the slaughter which had just occurred in the max security facility.

She stepped forward and handed her master the container. "This is all I could find. It looks like the guy really stirred up some fierfek before he was put in here."

The entry to the cells was barred and she could see another guard fidgeting near the lock mechanism. Part of her wondered why they needed these locals who were clearly spooked by their caged prisoner. Of course she had to admit that it could also be her own presence and that of the other Jedi that was provoking such a response. The Bpfasshi were not trusting of Jedi regardless of their intention they always seemed to bring pain to their people in the wake of their appearances. Given that this prisoner had a history of turning people against each other, it was no surprise the last thing they wanted was two armed Jedi hell bent on killing everyone in sight. She knew that wouldn't happen, or at least that Jacen was strong enough to keep it from happening to him. Ayme was curious if the prisoner would have any effect on her though.

"So do we need to pay admission or can we get going Master."

 

[Z'Zharen]

Objective 3: Exploring the Praxeum
[member="Abel"]
[member="Ipsy"]

Z'zharen had managed to find small transport ship off of Lothal, the pilot was an old human male and was a little too eccentric for the Whipid's tolerance.

It was only recently that the young Whipid discovered he was a Force Sensitive. With his renewed freedom from years of fighting in pits on Nar Shadda, he now had a bit more direction of what kind of life he could live as a free being. He come in contact with other Force Users, though their allegiance were to darker intentions. The Jedi seemed worth seeking out, but Zhar had heard many rumors the Order was no longer what it once was. Rumors that Jedi Masters once guardians of the galaxy...were now taking up multiple factions, their Order divided and some...this was the craziest rumor yet. Some Jedi were acting as conquers of worlds...

The Whipd shook his head in dismay at the thought, he knows what its like to be overwhelmed and forced into servitude by another...if there were Jedi who took part in that, Zhar would stay clear of their paths. The old pilot in the cockpit of the junky transport was singing something that strained the Whipid's hearing. The Whipid looked out the small circular viewport from the back of the ship, they arrived at Bpfaash. The Whipid was so large or the ship was so small he could barely fit even sitting down in the cargo hold.

Zhar had requested to be dropped off directly at the Jedi Ruins. The pilot obliged and started to descend lower near the ruins. Zhar could see from the view port the entrance way looked similar to that of a university. Perhaps this was an education facility for the Jedi of legend. The pilot had warned Zhar earlier to steer clear of the natives, or at least to not mention any Jedi business with them as they had a disdained history with Force Users. This ruined school could be exactly what Zhar needed, if there were any records or artifacts in there he could start his Jedi training. Hopefully true Jedi training and not from this swarm of fallen Jedi hes heard rumors about in his recent travels.

The small transport landed in front of the ruins, it was noisy and no doubt would draw near by attention. The Whipid thought he saw another shuttle land near here earlier...hopefully anyone else here was just seeking knowledge and not a fight.

The landing ramp extended halfway and the Whipid squinted, he awkwardly scooted himself out of the cargo hold and onto the ramp, happily stretching his long legs before shimming limbo style to get out of the ship. The pilot was paid before they left Lothal, and the Whipid gave the old pilot a friendly wave of thanks. Standing tall at 6'6 ft, the Whipid stretched and let out a muffled grunt as he rolled his shoulders. The voyage was long and uncomfortable, but he hoped it would all be worth it.

Zhar watched as the noisy transport left the atmosphere, he turned to gaze upon the ruins. The building was cut from this planet's stone. It reminded him of an early summer on his home world of Toola towards the tropical zone.

The Whipid reflected on his past, outcasted from his tribe because he stubbornly refused to migrate with his people. Now ironically in his adulthood, he wanted nothing more than to keep traveling since he stayed in one place for far too long already and did not want to repeat his servitude ever again. Zhar's memory shifted to something else, was it an old Jedi proverb he over heard once? "My chains are broken. The Force shall free me." He whispered to himself, a mantra he grew fond of as a free being pursuing their dream.

Zhar strode up the stair cases and into the large opening of the ruins. He did not bring much with him save for a bag of some food and supplies, torn brown pants and the electrostaff he wore strapped to his back. As the Whipid walked further into the ruins he spotted two figures a human and...something else. Was it sentient or a pet?

"Hello, have you come to seek the knowledge of..." Zhar paused as he remembered the pilot's warning of no mentioning of Jedi. "This place." He finished with.

 

[Isha]

OBJECTIVE: 1
ALLIES: #SQUADGOALS | [member="Loske Matson"]
3/20

With the system in front of them, it was now time to start their scouting. A flick of her finger would bring up the sensor array, scanning the area for any hostiles. So far so good.

[ No hostiles.]

Isha would chirp through the comm. This system had a single planet, Bpfassh. However, the planet had more than three moons. Charting the varying moons and their condition would be up to the starfighters scouts. Determining proper defense positions as well.

[ Coming up first moon. ]

The moon Noie, is primarily made of silicate rock and has a water-ice crust and probably an iron–nickel core. It has a tenuous atmosphere composed primarily of oxygen. Its surface is striated by cracks and streaks, whereas craters are relatively rare.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

[member="Ayme Katash"]

Objective Four
Phase 1: following leads

The guards didn’t even wait for Jacen’s request. There was a heavy ‘clunk’ and the doors slid open. Strings of overhead lights appeared leading away from them, pushing the shadows to the recesses. Jacen needed no map to find the dark jedi; he could sense his taint easily enough from here.

“What a welcoming place,” he said to Ayme in a sardonic tone. Rows of empty transparent cells lined the walkway. Probably made of the kind of materials they made capital ship viewports from. Taking a left they found one of the isolation cells. It was comprised of two cubes, one within the other and both transparent. Their target sat still as a statue within the inner cell.

From under a dark hood sunken eyes turned to regard them as they approached. Jacen felt a probing brush against the edge of his consciousness. This was no novice. As they approached the outer door the clear opening slid out of their way. The space between the two cubes was only a few metres deep.

The Jedi Master felt the surge of power build as they stepped in. His hand came up before him, palm first. Jacen still swayed as the some residual telekinetic force caught him. Striding forwards with his hand out, he turned to tables on the prisoner. The dark jedi was yanked to his feet, struggling as he was held against the far wall. It was clear that this was taxing Jacen from his expression.

“You ask the questions,” he grunted to Ayme. “I’ll keep him from misbehaving.”

 

[Loske Treicolt]

OBJECTIVE: 1
ALLIES: [member="Isha"]
Post: 3/10

Copy that, Teemo.

Competitive spirit sparked, and Loske recalled her commission as first lieutenant. As thrilled as she was to be working with the Jedi - this was her niche, and as a non-Jedi folk, she had to hold on to what she could without The Force. It was hard not to be envious of all their abilities; as a mere human, she had to work with what her mama gave her. Though it would be more helpful to know who that mama was, to let her really showcase what was given — but that’s a tangent for another time.

The first moon did manifest in solitude, as Teemo mentioned. It was going to be an interesting weave for the team, considering there were more than the trio of night rocks that circled the planet. Their gravity systems must be really imbalanced.

Let’s fan out a bit, boys and girls. We don’t need to cluster dive for the first cruise.

Let’s keep our radars alert for each other too — see how far we can span until something interferes. It’s best we know how to communicate in this atmosphere before anybody else. The network of moons could be an advantage. An advantage, perhaps, but Loske couldn’t realistically see them setting up outposts this far out without necessity.

Beeps alerted callsign:BRUNO that ships were peeling away, splitting to the left and to the right. Groups of three navigated together, leaving a nice split for the nine that had belched from the flagship’s hangar belly.

Teemo, Wizbit, let’s nose down toward this white orb a little more; see if we can get some scans live and reporting back rather than this observational distance.

We cool with that?

 

[Elaine Thul]

post 1/20
Objective: 1
Allies: [member="Loske Matson"] [member="Isha"]

Elaine came late to the party, she however could not fly ships and relied on some else to do that for her. She was in a survey ship, a small thirty meter long ship. On board was a small five man crew, who job was to follow the fighters, and survey the area as they went. There job was to get detailed maps, so defensive positions could be planned out. She was hoping to expand her company, into making planetary defenses as well as the weapons of war she made at the moment.

She personally was still reeling from her home being destroyed by a sith, under the orders of house Organa. She could not reconcile herself to what was happening on Alderaan, though she had more food for though know Mandalorians came to take the planet. It made no sense, as they where in the middle of civil war with death watch. Then they get a boarder with the a major and hostile super power, aka the one sith. This however was some thing to ponder for another time, for know she was going to get on with her job, fighting sith no matter where she finds them.

She sent a message to other pilots, This Elaine Thul I am ready when you are, She then gave a nod to her pilot, this gave him the order to follow them as they lead the way, for her and her crew.